Union Pacific Page #4

after all the work and worry is done...

we'll be together again.

And there will be no night...

nor day between us...

at all.

"No night...

"nor day between us."

Nora.

A lad lies murdered, and

nothing will be done about it.

From a far country he came...

to do his little part

building the railway.

A great and good thing for us all.

And what will you tell his

widow, you men that run this...

this hell on wheels?

That's what it is.

A hell on wheels that claims a

man's life for every day in the year.

Here's a mite for the widow. Who's next?

Come on you Paddies, put it in the hat.

[men chattering]

(croupier) Twelve, red and even.

Don't touch that money. Why not?

I had that pot won. Maybe.

The hand wasn't played out, was it?

No. (man) No.

Which was Paddy's hand? This one.

Three treys.

Now deal yourself one.

Off the top.

A busted flush. Paddy wins.

Mollie Monahan. Keep your

hand above the table, Cordray.

I got manners. I'll

pick them up for you.

That belongs to Paddy's widow.

Leach! Take Mollie home.

Just as you say, Jeff, but

these fellas... Go ahead.

It is a fine thing you've done, Mr.

Butler. I'm thanking you for Paddy.

Come on, Mollie.

Clear out of Cheyenne, Cordray,

and keep off the UP right-of-way.

You got a big mouth, bucko.

Better keep it shut.

If you're not out of

this town in an hour...

one of us will keep his

mouth shut for a long time.

Come on, Jeff.

Let's go get a drink.

All right.

[people chattering]

[woman screams]

(croupier) Number two. Black, even.

Say, you got eyes in

the back of your head?

I'm glad you keep that mirror clean.

He seen him in the looking glass.

(man #1) Doctor!

Somebody get that doctor!

(man #2) When Jeff shoots,

they don't need a doctor...

they need an undertaker.

(woman) Come on, boys! Drink up!

[people chattering]

Keep your games going,

boys. Hit her up, Joe.

##[music playing]

Spin that thing, Tom.

Train for End of Track...

pulling out in five minutes.

(man) Come on, Terry.

Not me. I'm staying.

Me, too.

Train for End of Track!

[people chattering]

(man) Let's go. I gotta go.

(woman) Come on back

for a while. Come on.

Come on, you gandy dancers.

Get out there and go to work.

(conductor) Board!

Free drinks, boys and girls.

Everybody have a drink on the house.

Free drinks!

[all cheering]

Board for End of Track.

There's not many men boarding

your work train, Jeff.

They'll be on it.

Are you going to clean out

the tent all by yourself?

Maybe.

I never thought one glass of

liquor would do that to you, Jeff.

But when the shooting

starts, let me know.

I'll be right over

there, dealing blackjack.

[laughs]

By doggies, I knowed

I'd miss all the fun.

Where's that good luck piece of yours?

Oh, you mean that gold nugget

I picked up out in California?

I got it here somewhere.

I always keep it with my knickknacks.

There it is, right there

in number five, Jeff.

Say, let me tell you how

I happened to pick that up.

How do you know that's real gold?

What do you know about gold nuggets?

Are you doubting that that's gold?

I wonder if there's any old-timer here

that knows real gold when he sees it.

I do.

Take a look at that.

That's gold, all right.

Where'd it come from?

Leach here picked it up at End of Track.

End of Track? A little

mite west of there.

Gold.

At End of Track?

Gold? Who found gold?

Who said "gold"? Gold?

What about gold?

(all) Gold!

(man #1) Who said "gold"?

They struck gold at End of Track!

He's found gold! (man

#2) What was that, gold?

Train for End of Track. Board!

[all shouting]

They found gold at End of Track.

Come back, you fools!

There's no gold! Come back!

[people shouting]

Get them on that train

and keep them there.

I sure will. All right, Jeff.

[train whistle blows]

(man) Come on, Charlie. It's starting!

[train whistle blowing]

The shooting's all over,

Dick. Where were you?

[both chuckling]

That puts you one up on me, bucko.

[train chugging]

Bucko's got a nice broad back.

Ain't he?

Hmm.

The way to get him ain't

with a gun. He's too fast.

Get me Duke Ring.

(Dick) # How I missed

her, how I missed her #

# How I missed my Clementine #

# Here I kissed her little sister #

# Then I forgot... ##

I'm looking for the lovely

postmistress of Hell on Wheels.

And what do you want to see her about?

About one of her little fingers.

The one she put in your eye

the first time you met her?

No. Not that one.

[both laugh]

Here, let me see them all.

That's too bad. What's

the matter with them?

No rings.

They'll catch cold. Rings!

Rings don't grow on trees.

Oh, no, not on trees.

But there's a certain weed scientifically

known as the Ringus Weddingbellikus.

Well, upon my soul.

[laughing]

'Tis some more of your black

magic, but gorry it's beautiful.

Grown especially for this finger.

No. You'd be pulling a wedding

bell out from under the next rail.

Well, keep it till your

finger changes its mind.

'Tis too much of a...

'Tis too much of a temptation, but...

the offer deserves thanking.

Wait. And what will the bold

Captain over there be thinking?

Hey!

(Mollie) Hey, hold on

there! Good morning.

Please, and who gave you

the right to use my handcar?

Oh, I thought it belonged

to the railroad. Hello, Dick.

It's mine to deliver

mail at the End of Track.

You going to End of Track? I am.

[train approaching] So am I!

[train whistle blowing]

That puts you two up on me, bucko.

Is it that you can't talk when

there's no gun in your hand?

Maybe.

'Tis a fine job you've done

in a few months, Mr. Jeff.

Restoring a bit of order

along the right-of-way.

It must give great pride

to your lady back in...

in Boston.

Is she your wife?

No.

[sighing]

Be like it's some sparrow's

got hold of your heart.

Is she very beautiful? Very.

And does she love you

very much? Very much.

Now how about delivering your mail?

The wind just whisked it out of me hand.

Well, seems a word from her is

more important than your business.

Yes. She's my mother.

Oh, 'tis sorry I am, Mr.

Jeff, and ashamed, besides.

[buffalo snorting]

Get back! Get back! Get back to the car!

[snorting]

Gorry, what are we getting

into? Come on, Jeff, run for it!

At least, now, you'll have plenty

of time to read your letter.

Yeah. If one of the

buffalo doesn't want a ride.

Your mother worries a great

deal about you, I'm thinking.

With all the fighting and

killing you're mixed up in.

I didn't know when I started.

What didn't you know?

No, you wouldn't be interested.

Captain, I've reached the point of being

fair crazy trying to understand you.

Mind if I smoke? That's what I mean.

The manners of a gentleman, the smile

of a boy, and the quick hand of a gunman.

Now. Now, however did you get started

on a career of death and destruction?

I couldn't decide between being a pirate

and a fireman, so took up engineering.

Driving an engine?

[grunts]

Get out of there!

No, building bridges and things.

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